disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. All original characters are of my creation.

The sky was clear. A change in scenery since it had been raining the last couple of days. Naya threw her last rock, smiling in satisfaction when she saw it skim the surface of the water. She took a moment to admire the clear sky above. "At least, the rain finally stopped."

Naya and Ben were at their usual spot near the creek. Along with Chewbacca who was idly walking along the bedrock shore a few feet from them. On occasion, when Chewbacca and Han were here and not off doing some kind of job, the Wookie would accompany Naya and Ben on their forest trips. Just to make sure that they wouldn't get themselves into trouble. One might think having some kind of guardian would be a nuisance but Naya liked having Chewbacca with them.

"I think we got lucky to come back here one more time." Naya had turned to watch Chewbacca, but when she didn't receive a response, her attention focused on Ben. He was perched up on a large boulder, the one they always shared when they came out here. And a look of dismay was written on his face. Mentioning his upcoming departure wasn't a good choice on Naya's end.

She cringed to herself. "Sorry," the apology was genuine on her part. Naya went and sat down next to Ben, allowing her legs to stretch out in front of her. "You're still not happy about leaving, aren't you?."

"I don't want to leave." They were simple words that held so much to them. Naya could hear it in his voice. He really didn't want this. The full reasoning behind it was never something he shared with her.

"Why not?"

Ben merely shrugged. "I like all of this. I like being able to come out here with you. If I leave, I won't be able to do any of it."

"But isn't it a good thing? You leaving?" Naya raised a brow at Ben. "I mean you are going to train to become a Jedi, that has to be good.."

Ben picked at his pant fabric, his lips curling into a small pout. "That's what everyone seems to think, that this is for my own good."

"Maybe it is."

Ben didn't answer right away. He simmered in his thoughts, debating on what would be the right thing to say next. "Do you want me to go?" This time he actually looked at her. He wanted to see the sincerity in her answer.

Naya was visibly surprised by his question. She blinked, thinking of her answer. "No," she answered truthfully. "I don't want you to go."

At that, Ben focused his attention on the stream and bit down on his lip.

"I mean, your mom and dad,"

"They want me to go," he finished for her. "Of course, how they feel is always what's important."

"They only want what is best for you, Ben." Naya silently challenged herself to say what came up in her mind. "I think they are right."

It took a moment for Ben to piece together what Naya had said. When he did, his head turned sharply to look at her.

"You have a special gift, Ben," Naya continued. "And this is your chance to leave and figure everything out for yourself. You get to be a Jedi," her eyes widened at the word, earning a soft chuckle from her friend. "You were made for it."

Ben silently scoffed at Naya's answer, "It doesn't feel like it."

Naya didn't answer. She knew that there was some truth to that statement. She just didn't want to verbally acknowledge it. "This will be good for you, Ben." Naya's face lit up at a sudden thought. "And you will be training with my brother."

That managed to lighten his mood. Ben smiled faintly at the mention of Jaiden.

"I haven't seen him in a really long time. Maybe you can tell him I said hi."

Ben nodded, his smile growing. "I'll be sure to do that."

"And you will be fine." Naya added. "Everything will be fine, Ben. Your uncle will be there to look out for her."

Ben acknowledged Naya's statement with a nod and then tilted his head. "Have you ever thought about how long it will be until we see each other?"

Naya finally went silent, the enthusiasm she had been using to one up Ben's mood was now gone. That very thought wasn't one she had lingered on for too long. Ben was going to be gone for quite some time. And she didn't know when she would ever see him again. "No, I didn't think about that." Naya faced forward and pulled her knees close to her chest.

"That is why I don't want to leave, Naya." Ben looked around at their surroundings. "I don't want to lose any of it."

This particular thought was one the two of them never touched on. They simply didn't want to. It was something that lingered at the back of their minds, waiting for the moment when the subject would become relevant. Once that happened, there was no way they would be able to ignore it. But Naya decided that she wasn't going to let that thought plague them. Naya furrowed her brows and turned to Ben. "No. We don't have to worry about it because you're not going to lose any of this," Naya gestured between both of them. "It will always be there. It doesn't matter how long we go without seeing each other. We will always be able to pick up where we left off."

Ben still remained less than optimistic. Anything can happen during that period of time. Anything can change. It was a fact that was completely out of their control. However, Ben was able to notice Naya's willingness to find any hope within this situation. Him dismissing this attempt would only make his inevitable departure even more difficult. Instead, he chose to go along with it because somewhere, deep down, he had the same hope that Naya possessed. "Promise?" He finally asked.

Naya smiled, there was no forced emotion to it. There was only genuine sincerity. "I promise."

….

Naya stared at the ground. Her expression was blank but her eyes were brimming with moisture. She had been sitting on her cot, allowing her memories to have a full run of her mind. Instead of not acknowledging its presence, Naya decided to face it head on. She allowed herself to live in that memory. Simply ignoring it would only make it come back with a greater force than before.

At first, it was only bits of the memory that she would think about. The entirety of it didn't come together until now. Most of Naya's memories of Ben have been fairly absent. This was the first good memory she had of him in the past two months. Everything pertaining to him had been so grim and dark, completely void of anything good. Now, Naya had been allowed to enjoy just a small amount of bliss at being able to have a normal recollection.

The hut shifted slightly from the breeze that was blowing outside. Naya looked up and saw the thick fabric moving. It was still undeniably humid. The wind was able to take away some of the heat. But Naya still preferred the weather she had back on her home planet.

It was mid-day and Naya had been alone since she woke up. Her mother was nowhere to be found and after consulting with Zara, who had come over to check on her, she found out that her mother went to the outpost. Most likely to retrieve more supplies. Mila had been given a bundle of spare mechanical parts that Zara had lying around. However, her mother had been gone longer than she should have. The outpost was not that far from them and it wouldn't take Mila that long to trade the stuff that she needed to.

Despite this, Naya tried to convince herself not to get too worried. Her mother had constantly assured Naya that she could take care of herself. Knowing that her mother had lived here for a while, it gave Naya some form of peace that the statement was true. After Zara left, Naya decided that it was time to change into her new outfit. The one she had been wearing for the past couple of days wouldn't do anymore. This was the desert. The clothes that she had to change into were lighter. It had a baggy fit to them which allowed air to flow through. It was a strange feeling wearing these clothes. Not to mention the color. It was a very neutral beige, a lighter color than she was used to wearing. Despite the awkward looseness that went with them, Naya noticed that she felt much more comfortable wearing it in this heat.

That was the whole point of changing outfits. Naya thought as she pulled at her pants, watching the fabric slowly sink back into place.

Zara, before leaving, had given Naya an open invitation to come over to her hut. That way she wouldn't be alone. Naya thanked Zara, ultimately choosing to just stay in her own hut. She wanted to be alone just for a while. Constant interaction was all Naya got the past few days. Zara and the young girl had helped Naya and her mother with settling in their hut. She found the idea of having time for her own privacy to be appealing.

The sound of a speeder gradually grew louder until it was nearly right outside the hut. Standing up, Naya walked to the opening and saw her mother climbing off the speeder. Mila turned towards her hut and motioned for Naya. The thirteen-year-old left the hut and walked over to the speeder, noticing that there were several bags nestling in a net on the side of the transporter.

"Naya, here," Mila pulled out a small sack and handed it to her daughter. "We have enough to last us for a couple of days."

Naya slung the strap on her shoulder, taking notice of the grime that was covering her mother's face and outfit. "Where did you go?"

Mila secured the remaining sacks in her hands and began walking back to the hut with Naya following closely behind. "I was at the ship graveyard."

That's why she was taking so long. Naya remained quiet until she and her mother were inside of their hut, "Why were you at a ship graveyard?"

Mila set down the bags and motioned for Naya to hand over the one she was carrying. "It's what we have to do from now on," she placed the bag down on the table. "Scavenging."

Naya stared at her mother, curiously. "Scavenging? In a ship graveyard."

Mila nodded and removed her scarf wrap and her hood. "There was a battle here between the Empire and the Rebellion. A lot of imperial ships crashed in the outskirts. There are still a lot of valuable parts that can be traded for supplies. I was there and thought that I should gather a few more items to prepare for trading."

"So, we have to scavenge for parts," Naya slightly winced at the idea.

"In order to survive out here, yes."

Naya fumbled with her pants and kicked at the loose sand on the ground. "I have to do the same, won't I? Scavenge for parts."

Mila grabbed a canteen and eased herself down onto her cot. "Yes, you will have to. I'll take you out to the graveyard soon. Show you how to properly navigate through the ships." Mila uncapped the canteen, "I'll take the girl with us as well."

Naya shuffled her feet and looked down. "Isn't she a little too young to be doing that? It can't be safe for her, right?"

"No, it's not." Mila took a big swig from the canteen, water that had trailed down her chin was quickly wiped away. "But she's going to have to learn sooner or later."

"But she won't be here for long," Naya sat down next to her mother. "Her family is going to come back. won't they?"

After taking several drinks, Mila exhaled several heavy breaths, trying to allow her body to cool down. "Naya, sweetheart, I don't know if her family will ever come back," Mila replied, grimly. "From how I see it, she will be here for a while. In the meantime, she needs to learn how to survive out here."

"It sounds like it's going to be a bad experience."

"Naya, I'm not going to ease over it. But living here will be difficult to adjust to. The people-not all of them are like Zara. Out here, the mentality is to fend for yourself. You need to remember that. You need to learn how to defend yourself and use your intelligence. A lot of them can be outwitted."

Naya's body sulked. "I don't think I'll be able to."

"That's why I'll teach you," Mila assured her young daughter. "I know this place like the palm of my hand. Even though it's been a while since I've been here. I know how to survive out here and soon you'll know everything."

Mila mentioning the skills she obtained from living here made Naya curious. "Why didn't you ever tell us about how you grew up?"

Mila sucked in a short breath and capped her canteen, "It was just something that never really came into question," Mila stood back up and walked over to the bags that were strewn across the small table, "And it is not exactly full of fond memories. Especially ones that I would want to relive."

"Sorry for asking." Naya didn't dare to try and ask any more about it.

Mila turned her head to Naya, seeing her daughter's eyes peer up at her triggered something. The shape of Naya's eyes, her small nose, and dark brows, all traits that Naya shared with Jaiden. The two of them had always shared a striking similarity in their features. And that was all Mila could see as she stared at Naya. Her son. She raised her hand and gently pressed it against Naya's cheek, gently stroking her thumb against the skin.

Naya could see the moisture brewing in her mother's eyes. The small smile that tugged the corner of her lips held nothing but pain. It caught her off guard. But Mila was able to catch herself. She retracted her hand away and cleared her throat. "I need to start cleaning these, so that I can trade them within the next day or so," Mila took a seat at the table, making sure to avoid her daughter's eye contact.

Naya, who was still slightly perplexed by the moment that had just happened, stepped closer to her mother, "Do you want me to help you?"

"No, it's fine," Mila was quick to dismiss Naya's offer. "I'll just take care of this myself. Why don't you go over to Zara's?" Mila grabbed one of the bags and began to pull out what she had scavenged, "I'm sure she has a few things to give to you before I take you out to the ship graveyard."

"Okay."

It was so easy for Naya to notice. Her mother had grown a certain level of solitude ever since they arrived. Most of the time, while they both were in their hut, Mila would keep to herself. Hardly engaging in conversation with her daughter who never really tried to pick at the situation. Mila was trying to keep what was left of her sanity from falling apart. She would achieve this by going to the ship graveyard, even when she didn't need to. It was enough to keep her occupied. The conclusion that Naya drew from that was that her mother was finding it difficult to be around her. It was all because of one thing. Her brother, Jaiden.

Everyone always compared how they both looked similar. Of course, Naya and Jaiden never really recognized it when they looked at each other. However, the truth was always prominent with the way their parents looked at them. Naya could only assume this is what was happening to her mother. She looks at Naya and all she sees is her son. That doesn't exactly help her in this kind of situation. Naya couldn't stop herself from feeling hurt. Her own mother couldn't even look at her without it causing her more pain. In a sense, Naya felt like she was some kind of emotional burden for her mother. The best thing she could do was give Mila the space she needed. And that's what she did.

Naya didn't say anything else. She only walked out of the hut in silence. The wind outside had started to pick up. Naya held a hand up to her eyes, to try and shield them from the sand that was being carried by the wind. When she entered Zara's hut, she quickly closed the flaps and shook her head, ridding of the sand that had become stuck in her hair. When she turned around, Naya paused and sucked in a short breath. The young girl was sitting at the table and she was looking at Naya, however, she was wearing what looked like makeshift goggles. Of course, the girl didn't say anything but a giant smile was resting on her face.

Naya felt her lips curl into a smirk, "Did you make those?"

The girl only answered with a vigorous nod.

"I showed her how to." Zara turned back to the table, she was rummaging through piles of bags at the back of the hut. "You need to learn how to make one as well, come here." She motioned Naya to come closer.

"Is that a Stormtrooper helmet?" She asked. The helmet was just sitting on the table in two pieces and the lenses had been taken out.

"Yes," Zara nodded at the young girl. "She found it in the pile back there," she pointed at the bags she had just been going through. "And she wanted me to use it. Now, you need to find one."

Naya looked up at Zara and smiled. "Me? Why do we need goggles?"

"Your mother told me that she was going to take you both out to the ship graveyard," Naya nodded in affirmation. "Those ships have been there for quite a while. You need to protect yourself, especially your eyes."

"My mother did say something about protection. She has a few things for me to wear when we go out."

"And goggles are an essential," Zara added. "Now, go over there and see if you can find another helmet or so."

Naya nodded. There were quite a few bags strewn across the ground and piled on each other. She spotted a bag that was still open. Possibly the one where the Stormtrooper helmet was discovered. She decided to start there. Naya began to rummage through the bag which was relatively large, and towards the bottom she saw a black mass. Pulling it out, Naya quickly examined the object. It was a helmet, no question about that. It was black and worn down. A large crack split down the top of the helmet and dirt was smeared all over it. But the lenses still seemed to be in fair condition.

"How about this one?" Naya turned and showed the helmet to Zara, who quickly nodded her head. "This is a tie fighter helmet, isn't it?"

"Yes it is. I've only managed to find a couple that were in decent enough condition. All of the others were too damaged to take."

Naya walked over to the table and sat down next to Zara. "This isn't going to be difficult, will it?"

"Oh, no. It is actually fairly simple." Zara took the helmet from Naya and looked for a spot that was weak enough to dismantle the framing of the helmet.

Naya watched her in silence, although, just staring at the helmet, she couldn't help but think about the battle that took place. "Zara?"

The older woman hummed in response.

"What exactly happened here? I mean, with the battle and everything."

"You mother never told you anything about it?" Zara questioned. After finding a weak spot, Zara used a tool to crack open the framing around the lenses and pulled it open.

"No," Naya answered quietly. "She only said that there was a battle between the Empire and the Rebellion."

"Well, that is a very summarized version of it." Zara pulled out the lenses and placed them both on the table. She then pulled over pieces of overlapping fabric that had been cut out into the right shape for eye wear. Holes had been cut out to fit the shape of the lenses and so that Naya would be able to see through. Zara slid the lenses through an opening at the top and positioned them until they were aligned in the right position. "You'll need to sew the lenses in place. Do you know how to sew?" Zara eyed Naya with the thread and needle in her hand.

Naya nodded and reached for the thread and needle. "Mama showed me the basics."

"Then just follow what she taught you."

Naya picked up the goggles and began to thread the fabric around the lenses.

"These will be easy for you to adjust and repair." Zara added quickly, before starting her explanation about the battle that took place here.

"The battle happened because the Empire wanted to try and give one last push. This was a year after the Battle of Endor." Zara began, making sure to keep careful attention to how Naya was knitting. "The rebels were trying to find an Imperial weapons facility on the planet and the Empire didn't want to grant them any other victory."

Naya's brows furrowed, not from the knitting, but from Zara's statement. "But I thought the Empire ended after the battle on Endor? It seems a little pointless for them to try and put up another defense."

"This is the Empire we're talking about Naya," Zara lightly answered. "Any window that opened a way for victory was something they would take. But the Empire lost. Their last attack did nothing to salvage their own demolished power."

Naya finished sewing around one of the lenses and quickly tied on another piece of thread to start on the last lens. "But isn't there still an Empire out there?"

"That is why we have the New Republic. To make sure that they keep everything in line. That is what your father helps with."

Naya paused her sewing and looked up at Zara, who only answered with a brow raise. "That's why he didn't come with us." Her voice was so quiet; she didn't think Zara heard her. But she did take notice that the young girl was looking at her, still wearing the makeshift goggles.

"There is more to his reasoning for not coming here with you and your mother," Zara added, confirming that she had heard Naya. "But you should be able to understand that your mother was right. He is needed there."

There was nothing she could think of to say, so she continued on with her sewing. A part of her knew that Zara's words were true. But the other half was against it. The only thing Naya wanted was for her family to be together, what was left of it at least. The fact that he didn't even try to come with them was confusing for her.

"There. I'm done." Naya leaned away from her finished product and Zara hummed in her approval.

"Good job. Now, just sew the top slit closed and you will be done with this." Zara moved to stand up from her seat. "Have you eaten anything, Naya?"

"No, not yet."

"Then, I'll start with dinner. You just finish that up."

Sewing this part up wasn't going to take much time. The opening wasn't that big, just enough to where the lenses could slide in. Naya noticed that the young girl was still looking at her, more so watching her sew. Naya then opted for starting their daily conversation. For the past couple of days, Naya had continuously engaged in conversation with her. Of course, she didn't necessarily receive any verbal response. But the young girl offered smiles and nods. Physical expressions that showed Naya that she was engaged in whatever conversation Naya had sprung up. Naya considered it to be good progress but obtaining the girl's name would be a bigger achievement.

"He has his own X-wing." The young girl quickly looked up at Naya, all curiosity was now placed on her. Although the statement was a little random, all Naya could think about now was her father. "Yeah," Naya smiled. "He was a pilot for the Rebellion during the war. But now he does more than just piloting for them. He knew his way around when it came to the ship's parts. Always trying to teach me about the different functions. I didn't really care for that. The only thing I ever wanted him to do was take me on flights in his X-wing. And he would. Just short flights."

When Naya was very young, before she even met Ben, most of the time it would just be her, Mila, and her brother Jaiden. Naya's father would make sporadic trips back home. Whenever he was home, Calum would take his kids for quick flights on his X-wing. Naya loved it more than Jaiden, who preferred to not fly. Piloting was the one thing that Naya and her father bonded over. She wanted to be just like him. To become, not just a pilot, but a fighter for the Resistance. Of course, that particular dream doesn't have that much weight to it anymore.

"I wanted to be a pilot. That way I can go wherever I want without having to think twice. I can go on as many journeys as I want. But that's nothing more than a dream now."

The young girl's expression, which was at first nothing but awe, had turned somber. She could see a small remnant of hope in Naya's personality. Hope that someday things might turn around for her. Hope that her life might fall back into the sense of normalcy she had before. And for the first time, she wanted to say something, anything that would provide just a small form of comfort for her. Naya had been nothing but open with her, telling her snippets of stories and showing her genuine kindness as did Mila and Zara. All three of them have offered immense generosity to her. And she hasn't necessarily done anything to repay them, not that they were wanting or expecting anything.

Naya finished up the sewing and tied the end of the thread before cutting off the excess. She was done. Putting down the needle, Naya held up the goggles and looked up at the girl, seeing if she would give her own approval, which she did. Naya quickly slid on the band around her head and adjusted the piece until she was able to get a clear view through the lenses. They were still a little smudged which didn't bother her. She could clean it off without any trouble.

The two girls spent a few minutes getting used to wearing the goggles and looking all around the hut. This wasn't something Naya ever had to wear before, along with her new clothes. All of this was something she would have to adjust too. Naya was just starting to feel the realization sink in. She was being taken by her mother to the ship graveyard. She is going to have to scavenge for ship parts in order to make a living. This was going to be her life from now on. It was a grim reality for her. But what was she supposed to do? Naya knew her place. She is here because she had no other choice.

The sun had finally set, the temperature had gone down tremendously as it always does with desert terrains. The wind had finally decided to die down, the only thing that remained was a small breeze that emphasized the decrease in temperature. Zara's hut was quiet. Naya and Zara were still sitting at the table, talking in quiet voices, making sure not to wake up the young girl who was sleeping in her cot.

"You have actually been doing a good job with her."

Naya had been playing with the goggles she had made earlier, finding that she was rather intrigued by them. She moved her gaze up at Zara, her expression gave off a small questioning look. "What do you mean?"

"With the girl," she motioned at the small form in the cot. "She hasn't said a word to me."

Naya had turned in her chair to look at the girl. "Well, she hasn't said anything to me either," she then turned back around to face Zara. "I've been trying to get her to talk to me."

"Well, you're not pushing her too much. And she may not say anything but I can tell you are breaking grounds with her."

Naya finally stopped playing with her goggles and crossed her arms over her chest. "Maybe. I don't even know what I'm doing half of the time. All I do is talk and she stays quiet."

"Don't change your method."

"I won't." Naya pulled her knees up and hugged them close to her chest. "I didn't think I would make any friends here."

"Well, I'm not trying to make everything seem more grim, but she is probably going to be the only person here who is around your age."

That didn't really surprise Naya. When she and Mila were dropped off at the outpost, all she saw were older people. Although it was possible that they had families, Naya's first impression of this place was that it wasn't necessarily friendly to children.

"Are you and your mother managing?"

Naya shrugged. "She acts like she's fine. But everytime she looks at me she sees my brother. And she can hardly look at me anymore… or be around me much anymore. She just," Naya paused, stared at the table, then sniffed. "I feel like I'm only making it worse."

"Well, it's understandable," Zara began. "She lost her son, that is something no parent should have to go through."

"I know." Naya absentmindedly played with a piece of loose string on her pants. "I can't even mention him to her. But we should be able to talk about him."

"You just have to give your mother some time," Zara explained. "Right now this is a very sensitive subject. For both of you. I can't imagine what it must be like for you, losing a brother can be devastating."

"My brother wasn't the only person I lost." Naya mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

Naya didn't think that Zara had heard her. She tried to make her voice as low as she could, clearly she didn't do a good job with that. Naya rested her arms on her knees and leaned back in her chair. "I lost a friend too."

"I'm very sorry, I didn't know."

Naya slowly nodded her head. "Do you think any of this will go back to how it was before?" The question was random and Naya didn't take any time to think about it. It was something that Naya had always asked herself and wondered. "Will mama and I get to leave Jakku? Go back home?" As she finished the question, Naya could feel her throat tighten.

Zara wasn't surprised by Naya's questions. The various conversations Zara and Mila had since they arrived, gave her insight into Mila's own mindset. She asked Zara the same questions, not really expecting an answer from her. However, with Naya, Zara felt that she needed to give her an answer. No matter how scattered it might be. "Naya. I'm not one to make any kind of predictions when it comes to something like this."

Naya pressed her lips into a thin line and tapped her fingers against her knee. "Could you at least try?"

Exhaling quietly, Zara sat up in her seat, mentally putting together a decent answer for Naya. "There really is no reason to keep asking yourself that Naya, what happened was a horrible tragedy. One that will take time for you to move on from. But, don't keep asking yourself those questions. Out here, you can't afford to let your mind get occupied with those thoughts. It's all about survival now. You will learn how to push those thoughts to the back of your mind."

Naya's vision began to blur from the moisture that was brimming. She felt her lips tremble and she pressed them together in order to prevent them from doing it again. "You mean that I'll eventually forget what happened?"

"No," Zara's answer was firm, but not harsh. "No, you'll never forget it. But you'll learn how to live with it. All that you are feeling right now; anger, sadness, grief, you'll use those as motivation and learn to control them."

"Live with it," she quietly repeated, disliking the statement almost immediately. "I won't be able to move on from what happened," Naya shrugged her shoulders. "Because I'll be too busy scavenging?"

"It's not something that you do voluntarily." Zara was quick to clarify. "It's by nature. This environment that you are going to be living in will condition you in doing so."

The warm moisture spilled from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. "That's not fair. I don't want that to happen."

"I know. But trust me when I say it'll make things easier," another thought popped into Zara's head and she offered Naya a faint smile. "You asked me about leaving Jakku. Your mother left this place because she made a choice. She didn't want to live out the rest of her life here. So she left and she met your father. I guarantee you that there will come a day when you will have that opportunity. And you will have to choose whether to stay or leave."

Naya quickly wiped at the tear stains, a wet exhale followed. As a form of comfort, Zara offered her hand which Naya took with her own. The last few words did something for her. As someone who never wanted to come here, but had no choice. Knowing that her experience here would most likely harden her, make her into a survivalist. It was daunting. Not exactly how she thought her future would play out. But those words gave life to Naya's dwindling hope. She might be lucky enough to get that kind of opportunity. And a majority of her knew that she would leave this place. But there was still that small part of her that made Naya think that if that moment ever came, she wouldn't choose to leave. She would choose to stay behind and that thought worried her.

Edited: 5/11/2020